Resident Evil Dark Files: Raccoon's Shadow

Horror in Raccoon!

Tuesday, June 2nd

"It was a pack of huge creatures!" The man screamed and flung his hands in the air, trying to exaggerate his point. "Red and skinless--and smelt like corpses! They came running towards my truck. Thank God I had the windows open, or else they would have killed me! I got the hell out of there and came straight home. I said..."

My head went into autopilot, nodding at the right times and humming in agreement. My mind kept drifting towards the broadcasting going on behind the man. The words Urgent Report! Flashed in bold letters across the bottom of the screen

--Looks like two joggers found another body late last night.

"Yes. big, Skinless--"

"--Huge! They looked like they were rotting!" His eyes bulged, and I could smell the acid on his breath, making me gage.

"Rotting? I see I see. Thank you, Mr.--"

"I'm telling you, those dog-things weren't from this world! They were demons sent by God to cleanse this world of the evil plaguing this area! You better watch where you step, or you'll be next." He warned and waggled his finger in my face.

The smile hung loosely off my face as I folded my notebook under my arm. "Thank you. I'll keep my eyes open. Thank you for your time. But I have to get to another interview right now. I'll...I have to go."

The man didn't respond; all he did was turn around and mumble some half-crazed gibberish and returned to watching the broadcasting happening right now.

I guess that's what I get when I post flyers around town; bound to get a few unhinged people.

I scooped up my things and barreled out of the store. My feet hammered across the street, ignoring the traffic as I bolted down the sidewalk and towards the RPD station.

If that broadcasting was right, then Chief Irons was holding a press meeting right this instant. I can't miss it!

Multiple eyes bore into my face as I flung the front doors open and hurried for the reception area where Leah was busy on her computer. She didn't even flick her gaze from her screen as she reached over, picked up my visitor's pass and plopped it in my open hand.

"They're still in the press room," she said calmly. "If you hurry, you can still ask questions--"

"--Thank you, Leah! I owe you one!" I said, throwing the visitor's pass over my head and started jogging to the press room.

I earned quite a few glares from passing police officers as I slipped through the crowds and nearly barreled into one rounding the final corner. "Excuse me!" I tossed over my shoulder as I sidestepped around him and all but fell into the press room.

The room was packed with more news reporters and journalists than I ever saw at any other press meetings. Everyone was squeezed together, uttering things into their recorders and jotting things down in their notebook, all without paying anyone else any attention. The tang of body odour and stale perfume cupped my nose as I tried peering over the heads of everyone. Growling under my breath, I nudged myself through the crowds of lowlife reporters, some of which I know--it's an insult to call them reporters or journalists. They don't care about the story; they only care about the publicity--They side-eyed me as I nudged myself closer, earning an elbow to my chest as people shoved back. When I made it to the front of the podium, I finally caught sight of Chief Irons. His sweat glistened face was red and pudgy as he answered questions.

"This is the fourth body! Are they connected?" One reporter yelled over the others.

"Was the victim mutilated like the others?"